Chapter 14 Into The Valley Of Mirrors

• The night deepened, the Blood Moon hanging high in the sky like a watchful eye. Its light was oppressive, a crimson flood that stretched across the world, making every shadow feel like it was alive, moving with intent. Meher could feel its pull, the weight of the Alpha of Shadows' curse pressing on her shoulders as they made their way toward the Valley of Mirrors.
• Ridhima, leading the way with the elder wolves, cast a worried glance over her shoulder. "The land shifts beneath the Blood Moon's power. Every step takes us deeper into its grip."
• Ayaan, walking beside Meher, kept a steady pace, though his golden eyes were sharper than ever. The physical toll of the battle at the Wyrdstones still lingered in his movements, but there was no sign of weakness in his spirit.